Intro:Where’s my snareI have no snare on my headphonesThere you goYeahYo yo

Have you ever been hated, or discriminated against?I have, I’ve been protested and demonstrated againstPicket signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the timesSick as the mind of the motherfucking kid thats behindAll this commotion, emotions run deep as oceans explodin’Tempers flarin’ from parents just blow ‘em off and keep goin’Not takin’ nothin’ from no one, give ‘em hell long as I’m breathin’Keep kickin’ ass in the mornin’, and takin’ names in the evenin’Leaving with a taste as sour as vinegar in their mouthSee they can trigga me, but they’ll neva figure me outLook at me now, I betcha probley sick of me nowAin’t you mama, I ‘ma make you look so ridiculous now

Chorus:I’m sorry mamaI never meant to hurt youI never meant to make you cryBut tonight, I’m cleanin’ out my closetOne more timeI saidI’m sorry mamaI never meant to hurt youI never meant to make you cryBut tonight I’m cleanin’ out my closetHa!

I got some skeletons in my closetAnd I don’t know if no one knows itSo before they throw me inside my coffin and close itI’ma expose it, I’ll take you back to ’73Before I ever had a multi-platinum sellin’ CDI was a baby maybe I was just a coupla monthsMy faggot father must?ve had his panties up in a bunch‘Cause he split, I wonder if he even kissed my goodbyeNo I don’t, on second thought I just fuckin’ wished he would dieI look at Hailie and I couldn’t picture leaving her side,Even if I hated Kim, I’d grit my teeth and I’d try to make it workWit her at least for Hailie’s sakeI maybe made some mistakesBut I’m only human but I’m man enough to face ‘em todayWhat I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumbBut the smartest shit I did was take the bullets outta that gunCause I’d of killed ‘em shit I woulda shot Kim and them bothIt’s my life, I’d like to welcome ya’ll to the Eminem show

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Now I would never diss my own mama just to get recognitionTake a second to listen ‘fore you think this record is dissin’But put yourself in my position, just try to envisionWitnessin’ your mama poppin’ prescription pills in the kitchenBitchin’ that someone’s always goin’ through hear purse and shit’s missin’Goin’ through public housin’ systems, victim of Munchausen’s syndromeMy whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn’t‘ Til I grew up, now I blew up it makes you sick to ya stomach, doesn’t it?Wasn’t it the reason you made that CD for me, MA?So you could try to justify the way you treated me, MA?But guess what, ya gettin’ olda now and it?s cold when yaw lonelyAnd Nathan’s growin’ up so quick he’s going to know that yaw phonyAnd Hailie’s getting’ so big now, you should see her, she’s beautifulBut you’ll never see her, she won’t even be at your FUNERALSee whets hurts me the most, is you won’t admit you was wrongBitch do your song, keep tellin’ yaself that you was a momBut how dare you try to take when you didn’t help me to get,you selfish bitchI hope you fuckin’ burn in hell for this shitRemember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me?Well guess what, I am dead, dead to you as can be!!